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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Karkat/Terezi, Karkat_Vantas/Terezi_Pyrope
  Character:
      Karkat_Vantas, Terezi_Pyrope
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff, Smut, Trolls, Tentacles, Humanstuck, probably_a_whole_slew_of
      stuff, I'll_take_requests, these_might_be_a_bunch_of_one_shots, or_it
      might_be_a_legit_story, idk_man
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-06 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1637
****** Karezi ******
by lesbomommy
Summary
     I have a love for smol thin Mexican Karkat, and auburn haired, blue
     eyed, pale Terezi, whose shorter than Karkat. Karkat natively knows
     Spanish and Terezi's trying to learn it in school. Terezi requests
     that Karkat tutors her, but not a lot of studying ensues.
Notes
     My knowledge of Spanish is like, 2%
     I'm using google translate
     Pls don't tear me up for bad translation
     Also Terezi can see
See the end of the work for more notes
"¿Cuál es tu nombre?" Karkat asked her for the third time, tapping his foot
impatiently as he waited for her to translate his words. Terezi though, as she
had been for the last half hour, was paying attention to everything but him and
what he was trying to teach her. She had come to him saying that she needed
help with her Spanish, and of course, her boyfriend was pretty much required to
help her. But she was really not committed to learning. 
"Something something.. Numbers?" She replied with a shrug, clearly carelessly.
He sighed. 
"Terezi, are you even paying attention?" He asked her irritably
"Nope." She replied casually, laying back on her bed, legs stretched a crossed
Karkat's lap. He sighed and closed the Spanish textbook he had, tossing it onto
the floor and looking to her. 
"Why the fuck would you ever take a world language class if you aren't going to
put in the effort to fucking learn it?" He asked 
She shrugged. "I don't know."
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why the fuck would you even
invite me here to help you if you aren't even gonna try?" He asked. 
Terezi sat up as she answered. "You know, my parents are out." She told him,
ignoring his question altogether. 
He raised an eyebrow, beginning to talk but stopping as she continued. 
"And my sister went with them. I stayed behind because you were coming over."
She explained, glancing over at him. 
He looked confused for a moment, wondering why she was disregarding his
questions altogether to tell him useless statements about the whereabouts of
her family. Then, he felt his cheeks darken. 
"You planned this, didn't you, you fucking freak?" He asked, and she grinned. 
"Maybe I did." She answered, scooting up into his lap a bit more, and lifting a
hand to his cheek, guiding her lips to his breifly. 
"Either way, you aren't gonna let this perfect opportunity pass by, are you?" 
He looked especially flustered, lips pressed into a thin line as he stared at
her, face flushed. She knew he wasn't going to say no to her; he almost never
did. It wasn't like this was their first time. But he was always shy and
nervous about this sort of thing, especially at first. 
"You're such a freak." He grumbled, but slid his arms around her waist as she
turned to straddle his lap. She leaned in to press their lips together once
again, her hips moving against his. Such a movement elicited a soft grunt from
him as he kissed her back. She clearly took note of this, as she always did,
and made it her mission to fidget in his lap. His fingers dug into her hips,
trying to keep any noises to a minimum, but she was making that impossible. A
hand shifted from her waist to push between her legs, pressed against the heat
of her center. She whined softly into their kiss, breaking it and pressing her
forehead to his. 
He smirked a little up at her, fingers undoing her jeans and letting his hands
slide down the front of her pants, palming at her through now only a single
layer of fabric. 
"Nothing left to say?" He asked her softly, the smugness still lacing his
words. She seemed to be the only person that brought out his confidence,
especially in situations like this. It was a favorite thing of his to overcome
her dominance and bring her down to being the blushing, unsure one. She let out
a soft whimper as her only reply, her hips starting to move in sync with his
hand. 
He had her laid back on the bed, underwear strewn aside. She teased him about
how there was no way he could get her all weak at the knees. He shot back that
he could do better than any of her exes, and that there were a lot of them. She
had cut him off with a kiss, and now she felt him kissing at her stomach and
her lower abdomen. She felt him lift her legs and kiss the side of her ankle,
over her calf and the side of her knee. Kisses grew to sucking small bruises
into the curve of her thigh, close to right where she wanted him but right
where he wouldn't go. She was whimpering already, and she was pulling and
tugging at his dark hair, cursing him in whatever horrible Spanish swears she
tried to remember. 
When he finally surrendered to her hair pulling and attempts at impressing him
with his native tongue (despite her pretty much butchering it), his mouth
pressed between her legs, and for so long all he could feel was the heat
radiating off of her. She was whining and panting, trying to quiet herself. Her
shirt bunched around her free hand, biting down on her knuckles as her other
hand fisted through his hair. His tongue was hot against her, breath ghosting
over somewhere she always loved to feel it. She was swollen and slick, and his
tongue pushing and massaging into her clit was only making her throb gently
against his mouth. He came to the conclusion that she was dangerously close
when her legs tightened around his head, threatening to crush him like a grape
as she finally let out that languish moan.  
Eventually she sat up, and pulled him out of his shirt. She straddled his lap,
her hands finding his wrists and pinning him back on the bed like he had her.
She was always teasing, always cocky when she topped. Dominating but also
taunting, too. She pressed her lips to his neck, sweet at first, but soon she
was licking up the column of his neck, sucking little bruises into his neck,
and along his shoulders. She pressed kisses down his chest, running her nails
lightly down his sides, hearing his whimpers, feeling his fingers in her tawny
hair and his back arch just a little. Her lips pressed down his stomach, her
hands running down to catch in the hem of his pants, and starting to undo
them. 
"Tez- I... Y-you don't..." He stuttered, "need to..." He told her weakly,
though she'd already stripped him of his bottoms, and his boxers were the next
to go, both articles of clothing bunched at his knees. She paid his words no
attention, hand grasping his length, which pretty quickly shut him up. 
Regardless, Karkat asked her if she'd done this before when he regained his
composure, as it was certainly a first for the two of them. 
"Well, there was Dave." She answered, and Karkat groaned, regretting asking her
the second he got an answer. There wasn't as much talking when he was between
her legs. Terezi rolled her eyes as she clearly picked up on his jealousy at
the mention of her ex. She moved her hand in slow, languid strokes, hearing a
much more pleased grunt from him this time, his head disappearing into the mess
of covers and pillows on the bed, though his fingers still curled through her
copper hair. 
She sped her hand up a bit, causing his hips to push up into her a bit more.
She grinned a little, leaning down so her lips met the sensitive tip, and the
hitch in Karkat's breath wasn't unmissable. His hands gathered up her tawny
hair, holding out of her face. He felt self conscious. He had the second she'd
gotten him out of his pants, to be honest. She never paid so much attention to
him here, it was always more feeling than seeing. He was worried she would be
somewhat repulsed, but she showed no sign of it. Even upon mentioning her ex,
Dave seemed to leave her mind as soon as he came and Terezi worked on getting
Karkat to do just that. 
He could hardly breath, honestly hardly think only minutes after she began. He
resisted the urge to push up into her mouth, down her throat, and bury himself
in the warmth. He was surprised by how far she had reached, purging himself of
any thoughts of her having practice at this. She lifted her head off after what
felt like both forever and far too short, meeting his eyes and making his face
grow hot. How could she do that and meet his gaze so shamelessly? 
He captured her in a kiss, sliding his arms around her waist and sitting up.
Her hands framed his face as they kissed, eyes closing. He tipped her back onto
the bed as they kissed, only breaking it to finally push inside of her, his
face buried in her neck mostly in embarrassment as he began to move his hips.
It wasn't a matter of how many times it was done, simply that he wasn't
confident enough to meet her gaze like she was to him, and thankfully she
didn't seemed phased by it. The sound of their hips hitting together, the
feeling of Terezi's nails digging into his back, was something he would never
get tired of. She tried to stutter Spanish to him, to which he corrected her
softly, nipping gently on the helix of her ear after he spoke, knowing his
words were hardly registering with her. She met her peak with a loud gasp, legs
tightening and fingernails nearly drawing blood. He laid tiredly atop her,
lazily turning to the side so he didn't crush her. He snuggled close to her,
arms protectively around her. He was always the sweetheart. 
"Bet you I can still walk out of here." She murmured, pressing her nose into
his hair and closing her eyes. 
He scoffed. "Bet you anyone could if they heard their parents opening the door
after that." He grumbled. 
End Notes
     Wow that was long
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